sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
The dream breaks down and the corpse sits up, becoming more and more Finn-like as time passes. It's curious that even the subconscious version of this ex-Spyglass turned detective is wearing his glasses, and he seems quietly put out at the interruption even though he would never say as much. Indeed, rising to his feet and giving a grateful nod to Remi (the lack of an explanation would have plagued him all night), he can't stop the pink from flushing his cheeks to hear about Tobi's shenanigans with the Huntsman.
"I suppose I ought to go," he murmurs, because we already know that Finn absolutely can be the jealous type, but not against the Taliesins. Not even in his dreams. "Perhaps we can try again another time." Nodding politely between them, he begins to walk, because what else can he do? It takes him off into the vast unknown, and whether more dreams or nightmares await him is not something Remi will be privy to.
"I suppose I ought to go," he murmurs, because we already know that Finn absolutely can be the jealous type, but not against the Taliesins. Not even in his dreams. "Perhaps we can try again another time." Nodding politely between them, he begins to walk, because what else can he do? It takes him off into the vast unknown, and whether more dreams or nightmares await him is not something Remi will be privy to.
FINN
